It Tuesday Darlings

This week's prompt is not a sentence though you could use it as one, it's just a prompt...

 "Do a description of the Mind." 

I wrote to it a few weeks ago, and it was so fun I thought I'd share it with ya'll. I put two just because they weren't that long, and I liked them both.. So with out further or due, WRITE AWAY!
(Oh quick note! When you write things it would be grate if you tagged them, just when you are writing the post there with be a side bar and one says Labels, click that and then tag it with your name and what it is, like it it's an exert out of a book or a prompt, tag that stuff, it makes searching the blog latter a lot easier! Thanks!)

A Forest Caller Her Mind

The movie reflected light on her face, and made shadows exaggerate her fetchers. She pulled her knees to her chest, pulling them tight to her self, and then sat her chin on her knee. He wondered if she always scrunched like that, she was always sitting on her knees or cross legged. And it was funny because it made her look so small. She would look as though she could just fit in a box or like he could wrap his whole being around her. And yet when she stood you would find she was a towering giant, taller than most any girl you could think of and about the same height as most of the boys you knew. His eyes traced her silhouette, embedding an impression of her on his mind. He would remember her small, but what he didn’t realize at that time was that she was bigger than that. Not in height, the height was obvious, but in thoughts. She would never be conformed to a box, never let anything wrap all the way around her, because she was bigger than it all. Her thoughts were like rainbows all shooting in a different direction, they were embedded with flowers and exalted by the wind. They came in all the different shades of the sea, and you knew that in her mind she was always standing, hair in the wind watching them. Studying the different shapes and shades of plants that grew in the forest called her mind.

The Weeds

Weeds sprung up and spread like dust behind a speeding car on a gravel road. They blossomed and seeded in that dark place, whispering lies and submitting temptation. “Eat me!” the Nightshade cried.  “Touch.” the Poison Ivy hissed. And the mind did so, unknowingly bruising itself. Submitting to the temptations that where self destructing. Never light was seen behind the thick skull these things called home. They hid in the dark where the belonged, never letting anyone see them as the weakness they were.  “No need to tell of us, we are your friends, you can find yourself here and we will wait always here. We tasted like sugar and we feel like silk, what harm are we?” They sweetly said to the owner of their abode and because of their pretty colors and their silent being the owner of the land let them stay, never seeing nor realizing what damage they did to his crops each day, and what misery they caused him when he slept at night.